It's a Small World, Then I Pick Up Chalupas.

The drive-thru lane that wraps around my Taco Bell is narrow with high curbs on either side.

If you filled it with water and put multi-ethnic singing midgets along its sides, you'd have the "It's A Small World" ride at Disneyland.

So that's what I made it after pulling up to the pick-up window at Taco Bell yesterday.

I reversed the car all the way back to the intercom where I ordered and re-drove the fifty feet at a snail's pace, singing the "It's A Small World Theme" as I waved robotically down the entire length of the driveway.

This would have been okay except for the fact that my thirteen year-old son was in the passenger's seat trying to cover his face.

I guess he didn't want to be seen by the angry Taco Bell employee I left holding our food in the pick-up window.

By the look on her face, I'm guessing it's not every day that a customer in her drive-thru window puts his car in reverse and sings the "Small World" theme.

It's okay, though.  I think I taught my son a lesson about world unity.